Berkeley Part II

OK...so we decided to play that game again today. bad idea. i brought the rest of the couch over to his apartment this morning and we carried up the three flights of stairs. that was the easy part. and let me tell you, it was not a light couch. once we got it in the hallway of the third floor, we realized just how difficult this was going to be (it was even too wide for the hallway). after flipping it around a few times, we noticed that it just would not fit through the door. fortunately there was a room across the hall. we decided that if we could use that door way and the room inside then we would be able maneuver the couch inside the correct room. Taylor knocked on the door and a few minutes later, a tall boy with messy hair opened the door. we had woken him up. we told him the situation and he opened his door and gave us the go ahead. first of all, it was a miracle that we were able to put the end of the couch through his door and when we eventually shoved the other side through Taylor's we were overjoyed. just one problem. the couch wouldn't budge another inch, it wouldn't go in or out...poor christian (friendly neighbor).

after an hour, we decided the only way to fix the problem would be to saw the corner off the couch and slide it through the doors. i found myself driving back to Danville to find a saw. when i came back an hour later, Taylor started to saw. keep in mind that this was a well-made couch. he had to saw through fabric, padding, another kind of padding, high quality wood, occasionally a few staples and a metal plate. this was all happening while i single handedly held the couch up at manageable level. this went on for hours...


here's a close-up...
and look! you can't even tell! just don't sit in the corner...